"Everything was good suddenly, everything was fun, everything was as it should be in her mile-wide kingdom by the sea, as the last visitors trudged up through the soft sand toward their cars and the waves kept falling neatly and the sun sank toward the edge of the world in a welter of blood-red sky." (p. 15)

"Unlike memories of people, memories of things came easily to her; she had only to think of an object or a place to find it before her, correctly textured, three-dimensional, casting shadows." (p. 17)

"There were a lot of things about herself she didn't know, and one was how rare this gift was, though she was beginning to sense it." (p. 17)

"Families were strange to quarrel so bitterly." (p. 31)

"I'm just a white kid with a black face, that's what I am. Don't belong anywhere." (p. 41)